It went well.

Vixxen met a courier van containing her belongings the next morning, and she was pleased to see it contained what looked like all of her clothing. Now she had the right clothing to wear to her tryout, sexy tight dresses, sexy undergarments, and stockings and high heels to match them. Mason sent her jewelry as well, which she didn't expect. Now she could look the part.

She woke up early, had a good breakfast and got in a good stretch, and loosened up with some dancing in her room to some upbeat music. She was happy to have the chance, and she was confident she would not waste it. When the time came she walked over to the club in a very sexy red dress, that still fit her perfectly. She wore matching red heels, and some very nice black stockings, with a matching black g-string and bra.

She texted Jeff when she was close, and he opened the door to greet her, he seemed pretty enthusiastic to see her. The club was almost empty, just Jeff, an older man, a younger guy in the DJ booth, and a woman who looked like an older dancer, probably a retired dancer who managed the dancer dressing room.

This tryout started like all the others she could remember, with her stripping down, fully nude for inspection. The older woman, who introduced herself as Max, had a little flashlight, a flexible tape measure, a notebook, and a scale. She verified Vixxen's measurements, with them being more accurate than her weight. The stress of moving from New York, and then what happened with her soon to be ex-husband had taken a toll on her, the had lost three pounds. But that didn't bother Max.

Maxine, as she came to know her, carefully inspected Vixxen's breasts, looking around for the scars. As Vixxen was less lean than when she was dancing before, she was a little more curvaceous, and her breasts fit her body a bit better, but Max was skeptical. "I don't see it, but they have to be fake. Implants?" She asked Vixxen.

"Yes, a good set though,' Vixxen answered, lifting her arm to show where the small scars were.

"These are good work," Max replied approvingly.

She was then told to put her clothing back on and to do a three-song set on stage. She did the first song, dancing slowly off of the pole, using it as a prop but staying on the stage. She slowly lowered her dress, also living it over her ass to expose her thong and bra. She squeezed her breasts, and tastefully rubbed her pussy outside of her thong for the visual of it.

In the second song she removed the dress fully, and her garter and stockings, and started to elevate on the pole. Her pole work was much more involved, and a bit risky for her having not been on one for a couple of years, but it went well. She was still very strong for a woman and had never lost her flexibility and athleticism.

During the third song, she removed her bra and did most of her work crawling around the stage, engaging the two men and Max standing by the stage. She eye fucked the owner and laid on her back, playing with her breasts beside him, before spinning and spreading her legs for him, as men and women loved a beautiful female body in this pose, before turning away and offering him her ass, doggy style. This was a pose that she knew showed off her best asset, the thing she had built through years of working out, squats and protein supplements. Her big muscular ass.

"Holy shit," she heard Max say when she did it, and she could see the desire in the owner's eyes. Vixxen got on her knees, playing with one big breast and with her hand now inside of her g-string, pulling it out to lick her fingers and then her lips, and then sucking on one of her own breasts. This pushed the boundaries a bit, a lot of dancers wouldn't go that far on stage, but she needed this job, and she needed it soon.

After the third dance ended, Vixxen didn't get dressed, sitting on the stage with them, very comfortable in her skin. She was waiting for the invite for a final interview, and she finally got it. The owner, Jeff, and Max went off to talk on the side, leaving her to get dressed, and the owner approached her alone as Max and Jeff collected the DJ and left the club.

She knew how this part went, she knew how this part always went.